To release all doubt, relinquish your fears.

Pass the baton, the lonely girl says cheer.

And to the moon, and the stars, it is high tide.

And he thought Samael was a good guy.

Fly on the low, the bitch busy, it is choke hold.

She then does fold, her sexual demeanor bold.

Her life then vaps, her spirit then cold.

Time to make my exit, there's nothing else be told.